This is a continuation of the story Watching Jessie (glory hole). ***** By the time I got Jessie dressed to leave the glory hole booth another cock appeared through the hole in the wall. Jessie wasn't about to leave it there. Jessie promised that she just wanted to practice her sucking skills. Jessie knelt down in front of the cock and began kissing and...
Peter's head was swimming. He felt like he was going a million miles an hour, in all directions. And if it weren't for the pounding in his skull, he might've thought someone had slipped him something. He didn't think he was even seeing colors right. "Peter? Is that you?" A voice. A woman's voice. Familiar. Black... Felicia? "Jesus, it is. I never forget a b...
*In this story I have inserted, in some places, those flashes of insight (?) or asides that pop into ones mind during the course of daily intercourse. Florida was a bad place to be during the summer and I just arrived on assignment. The heat lay like a sodden blanket keeping the whole world damp and oppressive. I was stuck here for the foreseeable future t...
This is a parody... It is not real *** I decided to take a vacation from my pimp work. I headed down to the Jersey Shore. I hadn't been there in awhile and I heard they had some hot pussy down there nowadays, so what the hell, I decided to check it out. I ended up in a nice house, right behind the house from Jersey Shore, that MTV show. Nobody was in it, s...
My name's Jack, I'm forty-eight years old. I have been happily married for twenty years and we have two wonderful children. My wife and I have had fantastic sex since the very first time we met. Joan has a great body and is a wonderful lover. I think we have both matured quite nicely together and as a couple, especially when we look around us. She is full fi...
She sat in a spot to which I was unaccustomed – as a patron at her own bar. I stood behind the counter, her usual post, studying her with nervous anticipation as she assessed with a critical eye what I considered my masterful concoction – two icy cold Manhattans – up. The color of the libations was perfect, a burnt orange amber. The glasses, traditional, c...
Foreword Maria is an existing person, whom I still meet today. However, we see each other more rarely now than at the time of our activities in an oratorio choir. My amorous adventures with Maria never took place in reality. But, while writing the first chapter, it became clear that I had not yet reached the end of my fantasies. Still, I did not want to c...
I roll over this morning and glance your way. Sound asleep and peaceful. The sheet barely covering your belly button moves up and down slowly with each breath. In. Out. In. Out. God I could watch you forever. There's too much covered for my tastes though. I reach over carefully so as not to wake you. I don't want to ruin this moment. You're relaxed and car...
I find myself laying between his spread legs, my breasts pushed up against his balls and inner thighs, a beautiful cock inches from my watering mouth. (Actually my mouth has been watering in anticipation of this all day.) I lean forward and run my tongue up his shaft, slowly, starting from his balls and, moving slowly, feeling each throbbing vein and bump, u...
It's about three am, I'm suddenly awaken by that urge. You know the one. The one that wakes you up, your pussy being tight, wet, hungry? Needing and searching for something to "scratch that itch" so to speak? Yes, the pussy is hungry, she's always hungry, but this urge is different. I'm having a craving. An oral craving for something thick and chocolate to w...